there lies tragedy

there lies tragedy
just beyond the hills
of stones that dot the
fields of the listless dead

*
whatever rest
that was promised
lays unslept

*
treacherous livingness
slithers hither and thither
and nibbles at the ashes
drying upon the waves
hurrying to capture
the soul that remains
trapped in the clutches
of its cursers

*
mercy be upon
all those who slumber
in the slighted hope
of idleness

The Winged

 

My shoulders carry a gentle-downy burden

enclosed and curled up i seem to nest

spread out and straight I seem to float

the light above I cannot shut out

warmth encloses me all around

yet no body holds me

as I sigh and stand to glide

I realize sleep is not for the winged…